One of my rituals for each new year is to choose a word to influence me for the year. My word for 2011 is EXPERIMENT. To support my EXPERIMENTAL focus, I commit to post the results of a new experiment each Sunday of this year.
He was 21 when this image was taken in 1941. At 5’2″ he was too short to join the US Armed Forces. So he joined the Canadian RAF. He met my mom while stationed in England (that story warrants another complete blog post :)). After being a POW during WWII, Dad was apparently tall enough for the US Marines. That’s how he, my mom, my sister and I ultimately ended up at Cherry Point, MCAS. Dad died on April 29, 1983.
Back to my experiment. Whenever Dad was home, one of our rituals was to get up at 5am, eat Grape Nuts and tell each other about the miracle(s) we’d seen the day before. It was yearsssssss before I realized that every father didn’t do that.
Since I was very young when we started this ritual, Dad explained that a ‘miracle’ was something very good that made me say “wOw” and thank God. As you can imagine, with those guidelines, the list of miracles can get very long. In honor of Dad, this week I recorded ONE miracle I witnessed every day. And yep, it was tough to hone in on just one.
Sunday ~ tried out a new Thai recipe on Tom and he LOVED it!
Monday ~ a blissfully quiet day with no agenda
Tuesday ~ spotted the two surprising sunflowers at the end of the canal on the road where I live
Wednesday ~ chocolate covered bacon
Thursday ~ a fabulous slumber party with Viola
Friday ~ the FULL MOON over LKW
Saturday ~ REAL tomatoes and REAL corn
What miracles have you witnessed lately?